31 Days of Halloween: October Country: Ode To Bradbury

excerpt from, The October Country:

… that country where it is
always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and mid-nights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That
country whose people are autumn people,
thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose
people passing at night on the empty walks
sound like rain.
Ray Bradbury, quote from The October Country

At this time every year, I marvel at the wonder and wisdom that was Ray Bradbury. He had a special way with words, that allowed the reader to truly see the world as he saw it – behind a lens of quiet introspection and unparalleled wonder.

Nothing can compare to his vision of an Autumn dream. Barren fields with all traces of greenery long since gone, surrounded by grande vistas of trees aflame with the pirouette of their dying leaves. From late September to Halloween night, the world is capable of magic,mystery and mysticism. From cornfields and pumpkin patches, all the way your very own front door. The magic that encapsulates the world at dusk on an Autumn night is unparalleled and unpredictable. The wonder of Halloween lives forever. Passed on from generation to generation. Nothing on earth, not even Christmas morning, can rival the sheer joy and nervous excitement of a child met with a symphony of doorbell chimes, leading them to all the treats one could ever dream of.